This weekend we went to Laura’s family farm in Missouri. As we were driving home I felt something crawling down my back between my shirt and skin. I reached in and pulled out a lively little tick. When we got home, Laura pulled off one that was biting her leg.
Laura: Ooh gross. I hate ticks. That one was biting me. What if I get Lyme disease?
Me: You’ll be okay. I think that takes a bit of time to transmit.
Laura: I’m freaking out. I think that I have PTSD.
Me: Sounds to me like you’ve got PTTD – post traumatic tick disorder.